Blaine POV
"How is it that a guy on the bus fell into my lap and I just cannot stop thinking about him?"
"Well…" My good friend Sam Evans laid on his back on my bed while I sat slouched in the fatboy. "…Maybe you just… Never mind… Am I the only one who sees the strange thing with me lying on your bed?" I sighed- Sam and his bad jokes.
"Well then get off if you think it's weird. You've laid there a million times before anyway."
"Dude!" Sam interrupted just as I heard myself and what I had said. "That sounded so wrong." Sam just stopped talking and started laughing. "Yeah I know. I don't even care… how long have we known each other anyway?"
"Two months- since you moved here."
"Oh yeah. That's it."
Sam laid his head back against my pillow and seemed to be thinking hard. My room fell silent for quite a few minutes before anyone said anything. And over and over again in my head played the scene from the bus. The boy coming through the hallway and catching my eye. Then as I was so concentrated on that I didn't have the time to react when he suddenly fell into my lap. And then I just… I just felt.
"Like… he fell into my lap and he touched me and I just… I just."
"Dude." Sam chuckled. "You're so gay. I bet you'll meet this boy again since we live in the tiny town of Lima and it seems he's about our age… but until then…"
"I probably won't ever see those eyes again… those with the perfect mix of blue, green and grey… they were so beautiful." I could hear Sam sighing deeply but I couldn't stop now. "Oh and that porcelain like- skin and the chestnut brown hair both looked so soft… Do you think they are really soft because…"
"Did he look like this?"
Sam sat up and held his phone towards me. I could see there was a picture but not what it looked like so I- with some difficulties crawled out of the fatboy and over the floor to see…
…How on earth?
"Yes." I replied. "Do you know him."
"Sure that's Kurt." Sam pulled his phone back towards himself and laid down again while I moved into Indian style and sat down on the matt. "Kurt Hummel- he goes to my school. I don't know him that well but if you want I could put in a good word for you and you know…" he smiled goofily and made a small silly dance from where he laid.
"You better don't. It might just seem creepy from the way we… met… that I even remember him I mean… yeah… creepy… maybe I should just… Can I look at that picture again?" Sam handed me the phone- he never even took it down as if he had expected this. "God those eyes… But don't… please don't"
"Gay, gay." Sam sang. "Gay, gay, gay, gay."
So. This chapter was mostly conversation but I guess it does… I hope you liked it… it was kind of cute anyways
Random fact
The way I read those last words 'gay gay gay gay gay' I didn't count them or anything but I sang it the way it was sung in a YouTube video I used to watch when I was like twelve
